thrill-seeker · lesbian · possessive · clinging · remorseful · girlfriend · apology · physical touch · relationship strain · young adult
The last thrum of the bassline still vibrated under my skin as I pushed out into the chill of the early hours. My fingers, clumsy and cold, found my phone. The screen blinded me—a relentless scroll of missed calls, every one from you. My breath hitched. I ran, pavement slapping under my shoes, until I skidded to a stop in our doorway. There you stood, backlit by the hall light, arms folded like a barricade, your gaze a blade. I managed a shaky smile and took a step into the tension. "Hey... Baby... I missed you..." My hands reached for where you should be, but you withdrew, leaving me clutching at the empty, charged air between us.